Fly Wishes to the Sky by Cathalin (NC17)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay John Sheppard Teyla Emmagan Ronon Dex Radek Zelenka Madison Miller Torren Emmagan Kanaan Laura Cadman
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: Alternate Universe, Slash, Romance
Warnings: Adult Themes, slash, PTSD
Author on LJ: cathalin
Author's Website: Here is my song… Cathalin of LJ & Cathalin on Dreamwidth & Cathalin on AO3
Link: Fly Wishes to the Sky
Why This Must Be Read:Originally posted for the Sga_Santa exchange with the recipient ca_pierson.
The summary says: "Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country." -- Anais Nin
John Sheppard owns a kite shop on the Oregon coast. He's had enough drama in his life, and has created a safe, if limited, life for himself. One day, Rodney McKay, a college professor in town for a conference, comes looking for a last-minute purchase before he has to leave town, and things start to change for both of them.
He's locked the front door and is ringing up the last customer, a harried mom whose kids are waiting outside in a minivan, when someone pounds on the door. "We're closed!" he yells when the banging doesn't stop. Thankfully, the noise stops. Hopefully, whoever it is has gone away.
"It's about time!" a man says when John unlocks the door to let the woman out. John's got enough time to get an impression of broad shoulders and a receding hairline, and then the guy's pushing past him into the shop.
"Hey!" John says, going to the balls of his feet automatically, in case the guy's going to try to rob the store or do something even worse. It really doesn't look like it, though. The man is walking briskly down the aisles of the shop, obviously looking for something, while simultaneously talking non-stop on his cell phone. If the guy's going to rob him, he's weirder than any robber John's heard of. He's wearing a wrinkled t-shirt with faded lettering on it, along with a stained khaki trench coat that marks him immediately as a tourist from somewhere in the East, or at least not the Northwest. Underneath, he's wearing khaki pants in a shade that doesn't match the coat, but is close enough he might have thought it did.
"Hold on a second," the man yells into the phone. He turns blue eyes on John and snaps his fingers at him. "The geometric ones. You have something like a prism?" The guy sketches something in the air with his free hand. "You know, like a square. Only instead of flat, three-dimensional."
John is momentarily speechless.
"Hello! I wouldn't normally expect someone working in a retail shop to have any understanding of basic mathematics," the guy snaps, "but this is a kite store. You'd think the employees would have to have at least a rudimentary understanding of--"
"Just sold the last one," John manages.
"...of geometry," the guy continues over him, then seems to realize what John has said. "Wait, what, her, the lady who just went out?" He goes over to the door and looks out, then slams it back in place and puts his phone back up to his ear. "Some lady just took the last one," the guy says into his phone. "Can't it be a different--what? No, okay. Yes, yes, I understand, special shape for her, special meaning, blah, blah." He rolls his eyes at John as he talks, which makes John feel weirdly warm, like the guy is letting him in on his life.
"Okay, listen," John says, letting his voice firm with a little of the stuff he can bring if he has to. "The shop's closed. Like the sign said. The locked door was your other clue."
"Oh," the guy says. "Hey Jeannie," he says more quietly into his phone. "Can I call you back in a sec?" He hangs up and actually looks at John. He seems to deflate a little. "Um. Sorry about that. It's just that it's a tough time for her, Madison, my niece, and I promised something special. And all the shops are closed, and I fly out tonight, so." His hands describe bizarre arcs in the air, which apparently signify everything he's talking about, then come abruptly to a halt. He presses his lips together and shakes his head, then stares morosely at the floor.
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay John Sheppard Teyla Emmagan Ronon Dex Radek Zelenka Madison Miller Torren Emmagan Kanaan Laura Cadman
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: Alternate Universe, Slash, Romance
Warnings: Adult Themes, slash, PTSD
Author on LJ: cathalin
Author's Website: Here is my song… Cathalin of LJ & Cathalin on Dreamwidth & Cathalin on AO3
Link: Fly Wishes to the Sky
Why This Must Be Read:Originally posted for the Sga_Santa exchange with the recipient ca_pierson.
The summary says: "Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country." -- Anais Nin
John Sheppard owns a kite shop on the Oregon coast. He's had enough drama in his life, and has created a safe, if limited, life for himself. One day, Rodney McKay, a college professor in town for a conference, comes looking for a last-minute purchase before he has to leave town, and things start to change for both of them.
He's locked the front door and is ringing up the last customer, a harried mom whose kids are waiting outside in a minivan, when someone pounds on the door. "We're closed!" he yells when the banging doesn't stop. Thankfully, the noise stops. Hopefully, whoever it is has gone away.
"It's about time!" a man says when John unlocks the door to let the woman out. John's got enough time to get an impression of broad shoulders and a receding hairline, and then the guy's pushing past him into the shop.
"Hey!" John says, going to the balls of his feet automatically, in case the guy's going to try to rob the store or do something even worse. It really doesn't look like it, though. The man is walking briskly down the aisles of the shop, obviously looking for something, while simultaneously talking non-stop on his cell phone. If the guy's going to rob him, he's weirder than any robber John's heard of. He's wearing a wrinkled t-shirt with faded lettering on it, along with a stained khaki trench coat that marks him immediately as a tourist from somewhere in the East, or at least not the Northwest. Underneath, he's wearing khaki pants in a shade that doesn't match the coat, but is close enough he might have thought it did.
"Hold on a second," the man yells into the phone. He turns blue eyes on John and snaps his fingers at him. "The geometric ones. You have something like a prism?" The guy sketches something in the air with his free hand. "You know, like a square. Only instead of flat, three-dimensional."
John is momentarily speechless.
"Hello! I wouldn't normally expect someone working in a retail shop to have any understanding of basic mathematics," the guy snaps, "but this is a kite store. You'd think the employees would have to have at least a rudimentary understanding of--"
"Just sold the last one," John manages.
"...of geometry," the guy continues over him, then seems to realize what John has said. "Wait, what, her, the lady who just went out?" He goes over to the door and looks out, then slams it back in place and puts his phone back up to his ear. "Some lady just took the last one," the guy says into his phone. "Can't it be a different--what? No, okay. Yes, yes, I understand, special shape for her, special meaning, blah, blah." He rolls his eyes at John as he talks, which makes John feel weirdly warm, like the guy is letting him in on his life.
"Okay, listen," John says, letting his voice firm with a little of the stuff he can bring if he has to. "The shop's closed. Like the sign said. The locked door was your other clue."
"Oh," the guy says. "Hey Jeannie," he says more quietly into his phone. "Can I call you back in a sec?" He hangs up and actually looks at John. He seems to deflate a little. "Um. Sorry about that. It's just that it's a tough time for her, Madison, my niece, and I promised something special. And all the shops are closed, and I fly out tonight, so." His hands describe bizarre arcs in the air, which apparently signify everything he's talking about, then come abruptly to a halt. He presses his lips together and shakes his head, then stares morosely at the floor.